As the two of them talked, a burst of cheers suddenly rose from nearby. Brando looked in that direction and saw a large group of girls gathered around something. They were all wearing armor similar to Andria's, clearly members of the War Goddess Guard.
"Andria, my lord, you came at just the right time." One of the round-faced girls happened to turn around. When she saw the two of them, delight appeared on her face, and she quickly waved them over. "Come and look at this."
Brando blinked and pointed at himself. "Are you calling me, miss?"
"Of course, my lord." Andria laughed and nodded at her companion while explaining, "Although we are all eighth- or even ninth-generation, and do not know much about the past, you possess the highest authority in the system. There is no doubt about that, so we should address you respectfully."
"Eighth generation? Ninth generation?"
"Just like the Spellweavers, the War Goddess's inheritance has been passed down from generation to generation. You have already noticed, my lord, that we are not natives of Vonder. In fact, from the moment we are born, we belong to the War Goddess Guard. From the moment we open our eyes, we begin receiving all of its inheritances. We have many predecessors, but I have never seen them. I only know that they once fought in a certain era of the past. Their battle will lives on in our memories and blood."
Because of the round-faced girl, the other War Goddess Guards had all noticed Brando. They turned around, their faces showing various expressions: curiosity, scrutiny, nervousness, excitement, and eagerness. Yet every one of them fell silent.
Brando walked toward Andria's companions with her. He wanted to learn more about these War Goddess Guards. Vonder had few records concerning the